morning
sounds: garbage truck down the street snoring cat dog barking on the next hill colors: buff brown-gray of treebark slight green forsythias blooming
Tag: dog
home again
I sit and watch “The Martian Chronicles” on TV, which is Ray Bradbury’s most hated cinematic rendering of any of his works. The cats are lumped around me. Soon, this won’t be a quiet house any more – Peter and Buck come home today – in a few hours, as a matter of fact. I’m … Continue reading home again
blogrolling
Blogrolls back. Oh yay, I hear you exclaim, in your paroxysms of joy. So Barbara and Tom, being the excellent friends they are, take me out to dinner, since I am bereft of my own menfolk. To Longhorn’s, no less. Since I’d been trying to drink less, just the first few sips of beer made … Continue reading blogrolling
With the luggage, again…
Starting to be: not all of my luggage makes it back home at the same time I do. However, it was there on the front porch this morning, scratching at the door and waiting to be let in. It wasn’t the most important suitcase – it just carried some expensive shoes, cheap speakers, and all … Continue reading With the luggage, again…
white pebble 